What will it mean
To never break?
To be stripped clean,
To feel joy yet still ache?
Like the trees in the wind
Of a harrowing storm,
You may twist and bend,
Even lose your form.
Like the rising of a tide,
You eventually submerge,
Into the depths, you hide,
Capitulating to every urge.
You rise from the ground,
As would a terrifying earthquake.
You are no longer bound,
You will no longer break.
Fire roars in your honour,
It's flames always dancing.
'Behold! Look upon her.'
Stronger still, you are standing.
Nothing can break you now,
Not water, earth, fire or air.
You have given a vow.
Try and break me. I dare.
Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 4:30 PM UTC
What will it mean
To never break?
To be stripped clean,
To feel joy yet still ache?
Like the trees in the wind
Of a harrowing storm,
You may twist and bend,
Even lose your form.
Like the rising of a tide,
You eventually submerge,
Into the depths, you hide,
Capitulating to every urge.
You rise from the ground,
As would a terrifying earthquake.
You are no longer bound,
You will no longer break.
Fire roars in your honour,
It's flames always dancing.
'Behold! Look upon her.'
Stronger still, you are standing.
Nothing can break you now,
Not water, earth, fire or air.
You have given a vow.
Try and break me. I dare.
Losing my dad suddenly and unexpectedly has been the most traumatic experience so far. Nothing has felt normal since. Not my body, mind or spirit. I have reached the darkest depths of my being since. As I am recovering, I have realised. I am unbreakable. Nothing can ever break me as much as I have broken and rebuilt myself. I dare anyone to try.
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